| I remember many times when I was just a child,
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| How I played in that old house upon the farm.
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| With rocking chairs and squeaky stairs, all pieces of her world,
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| And a fire in her room to keep us warm.
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| 'Cause no one is a stranger in Mimi’s house,
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| 'Cause love has made his home there in her heart.
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| And she’s got that infectious way of laughing right out loud
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| That takes away my pain and lights the dark.
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| And now we’re not as young as when I played there all the time,
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| And the visits seemed too scarce and far between,
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| But life goes on at Mimi’s house, and in my mind I’m there,
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| With a fire in her room to keep us warm.
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| 'Cause no one is a stranger in Mimi’s house,
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| 'Cause love has made his home there in her heart.
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| And she’s got that infectious way of laughing right out loud
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| That takes away my pain and lights the dark.
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| And when I stop and think of how she’s aging,
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| Growing strong and graceful in her God.
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| Well, you know it takes my fear away from aging;
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| She seems to know the secret that we’ll never be apart.
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| 'Cause no one is a stranger in Mimi’s house,
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| 'Cause love has made his home there in her heart.
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| And she’s got that infectious way of laughing right out loud
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| That takes away my pain and lights the dark.
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| Yes, she’s got that infectious way of laughing right out loud
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| That takes away my pain and lights the dark. |